Chapter 18 Club Night
SIENNA
Loud music buzzed through the air. Screams and side conversations mingled with the smell of alcohol, sweat, and various colognes. People trooped in and out of the club—some walking on their own, others being assisted by friends.
I stood at the entrance, Angel gripping my arm tightly. I slowly smoothed down the skimpy dress I wore. I still didn’t know why she had brought me here. No matter how much I thought about it, a place like this was definitely not for me. How did anyone enjoy loud music and crowded spaces? What kind of enjoyment was this?
“Let’s go inside, Sienna,” Angel beckoned, tapping my shoulder.
She didn’t wait for me to answer; she pulled me toward the entrance, and we joined the queue with others trying to get in.
“Hey, handsome,” Angel waved at the security guards checking everyone in. She flashed a playful smile, winked, and swirled her tongue over her lips. “I came here for you tonight. Will you mind spending it with me?”
The man’s face turned red, and he chuckled.
My stomach dropped. How could these two be so shameless? Openly flirting? I wouldn’t lie… this side of Angel was one I had never seen before. Somehow, I found I preferred it to the hardworking, diligent Angel I knew. Who would have thought that the punctual, efficient assistant at Limelight Corporation was also a night walker and a wild girl? She seemed even more interesting.
“See you inside, handsome.” She intentionally brushed her hands against his arms as we walked past him. I shook my head.
“I didn’t expect you to be this wild,” I shouted over the loud, relentless music.
“I’m not sure you’re prepared, roomie. You haven’t even seen one percent of me,” she yelled back. “Whoooooa! Let’s go—the night’s going to be long.” She dragged my hands and pulled me into the crowd.
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Meanwhile, in the upper part of the club, two men sat, their eyes fixed on the two women who had just entered. One stared, captivated by the petite girl’s beauty, while the other grinned, a dark glint flashing in his eyes as he watched the other woman.
“She clubs too,” he muttered, picking up a glass of wine and taking a sip.
“What?!” his friend exclaimed, darting his gaze between the women and his companion. “Are you talking about them?”
His friend didn’t answer. “Don’t do that, bruh. I saw her first, and that means I own her.” He waved his hands over his face.
“Which one?” he asked.
“The small one, with the banging body,” he snickered. “It’ll be a beautiful experience to watch her take my cock into that little mouth.”
For the first time, his friend averted his gaze and glanced at him critically. “Have I ever told you that you’re a pervert and an asshole?”
“Thank you for the compliment, dear friend. At least I haven’t accomplished half of what you’ve accomplished.” He placed a hand on his shoulder. “Or have you forgotten how you took a mother and her daughter on the same night? While the mother was—”
His friend glared daggers at him. “Say another word and risk your tongue.” His tone was indifferent, making it hard to tell if he was truly angry, but his friend knew better than to continue if he wanted to keep his tongue. He shifted his gaze back to the women dancing and jumping excitedly, pursed his lips, and stayed silent.
“You can have the petite one. I’m more interested in the one beside her,” he growled, his eyes fixed on her. They shimmered with a desire that felt too intense to be real. His friend noticed and was shocked.
“Wait!” he blurted. “It’s not your style to look at a woman like that. Don’t tell me you’ve fallen in love with her.” He gasped, raising his hands to his mouth dramatically. “Incredible.”
He blinked and set his glass down. “Do you really have no use for your tongue anymore?” His voice was calm but stern.
“Don’t play games with me. I’ve stayed with you for over five years, and this is the first time I’ve seen you stare at a woman as if she means more than a bed warmer to you.” He paused, pointing at the woman with his chin. “Have you met her before today?”
After a long silence, he nodded. “Hmmm… She works at the company. She’s the assistant manager of a department.” He spoke calmly.
His friend’s eyes widened. “Are you crazy? You want to fuck your employee? You just resumed at the company! Can’t you hold your cock for a while?”
He chuckled and exhaled slowly. “Unfortunately, I feel different about her, Damian,” he said. “I want her, but the thought of someone else having her after me troubles me too much.”
“Whoa!” Damian exclaimed.
“Should I just marry her, so her pussy belongs only to me?” He threw the question like a stone.
“Yes, you should…” Damian paused, stunned as the words registered. His eyes widened, and he swallowed. “Wh… What… What did you just say? You want to marry her?”